My school photo 1954. I would be around 7-1/2 years old.
The only grandparent I ever knew was by Grandmother (Gran) on my Dad’s side of the family. My Grandfather on my Dad’s side had passed away many years earlier, as had both my Mum’s parents.
Our vacations at that time would consist of Valerie and I staying with Gran for a few weeks in the Summer. She lived in Birmingham in a large terraced house with lots of rooms which she rented to people from the local theatrical companies. She prepared breakfasts and dinners for her guests and, while we were there, we were allowed to help!
To get us to Birmingham, Mum would take us to Peterborough East (railway) Station and “hand us over” to the Guard on the train. He would take care of us during the 3 hour journey and would stay with us until we were “claimed” by our Gran at Birmingham New Street Station
We would then take a bus to get from Birmingham New Street Station to Gran’s house, and it was exciting to ride in a Birmingham Corporation blue and white bus! They were quite different from the red Eastern Counties buses that served Peterborough. They looked different and sounded different. I guess I noticed those kinds of things!
A quote from some nostalgia notes by Valerie is interesting:
“Trust you to remember the buses! I didn’t remember the color scheme at all. I do remember sitting up top at the front, with our sandwiches, for the long trip round the Outer Circle. One way of getting rid of us for a decent time I suppose, but we loved it. Oh the independence of those far off days!”
Photo courtesy of Outer Circle Bus – Historic Bus Tours
One can only imagine the dialogue between a 10 year old girl and her 7 year old brother as they watched the world go by from the front seats, upper level, of a “double deck” bus. I don’t know how long it would have taken for a bus to complete the Outer Circle route, but would guess at around 2 hours.
Update: The Outer Circle Bus people have advised me that the Outer Circle (no 11) bus takes about two & a half hours to completely circumnavigate the route, however at busy times it takes as much as three hours.There are 233 bus stops so much of that time is spent stationary.
Oh, that dimple! 🙂
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I would not mind traveling back in time (I was born in 1951) just for a peek every now and then. I recently read the Stephen King novel 11.22.63 dealing with time travel – I was fascinated with his description of life in the USA during the 50s.
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Ah, were you not cute with dimples and all and maybe a tad mischievous as well? You surely have a good memory of your childhood. I don’t remember much about mine. Just bits and pieces here and there.
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Lots of memories after around 7 yrs old, but just bits and pieces prior to that. As for being mischievous? It was all Valerie’s fault! 🙂
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🙂 🙂
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Awww, adorable. 😉
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Still am! Well at least that’s my opinion. 🙂
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Can’t tell if you were quite the charmer or a bit of a pill, but in either case, completely adorable dimples. 😉
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I was “a lovely little lad”. 🙂
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Wow… I’m 20 now but I still love sitting on the top deck of a bus and watching the world go by! 🙂 I can imagine how fun it must have seemed when you were young 🙂
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I am so happy that you can relate to the experience. 🙂
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This was an interesting post! I loved it.. Wish I could live those days. 🙂
Nice photo of your childhood.
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As time-travel is not an option, I would suggest that you enjoy every moment of every day. Sometime in the future, you will be able to reflect back with a smile and share your various adventures!
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Yeah, that’s totally true! 🙂
I will. & I am, enjoying my life.
Thanks.
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Those were the days, as I too can remember being ‘left in charge’ with the guard on the train, but that was at the age of 11 when I would go from Bournemouth to Southampton to babysit for my other brother. Bus rides were exciting….. I loved the double deckers with the long bench seats upstairs and learned to identify that particular ‘style’ from the square number plate rather than a long one. The things we remember as a child!
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